you know i like it

[baekri]

you know i like it (aka HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERE'S SOME TAEGOOK PORN AND FLUFF \o/)
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jeongguk doesn’t like being bothered when he’s sleeping.

in fact, he fucking hates it. it’s not like he doesn’t get enough of it. even with his weird as hell sleep schedule (the one that taehyung doesn’t understand but is forced to accept because jeongguk is living his dream and he’s really, really trying to settle into this whole less-parental and more supportive-boyfriend kind of role), he still somehow manages to sleep for at least eight hours every night. and nap in between.

so at times like this, taehyung doesn’t feel guilty.

times like two o'clock on a saturday afternoon, when jeongguk is still fast asleep in his own bed because sometimes he needs the space so he doesn't get too suffocated.

taehyung gets it. he really does, but jeongguk has been busy with all of his mysterious underground rap business lately and taehyung misses him.

taehyung knows that jeongguk has been stressed. he wants to help him relax, and what better way than this?

he creeps into the room quietly, even though it's unnecessary because jeongguk could probably sleep through a nuclear fucking apocalypse. he doesn't show any real signs of life aside from the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, even when taehyung carefully peels away his blankets.

and fuck. he really has missed jeongguk. maybe it's the knowledge of what he's about to do to him or maybe it's because jeongguk himself is a perfectly problematic balance of adorable and downright fucking sinful. he's more dressed than taehyung expected, an oversized black tshirt and boxers, but he doesn't mind. there's something about it, about only getting a glimpse of his collarbone on one side, about the freckle on his thigh revealed by the way his shorts have pushed up just enough that makes him that much more irresistible.

jeongguk is already on his back, which makes taehyung's job easier. he slides his way down and makes himself comfortable, half laying on the bed between jeongguk's thighs and half sort of almost kneeling on the ground to keep himself steady.

he leans in, because he can't help himself. because that freckle is too irresistible and he has to kiss it, pressing his lips against jeongguk's thigh, fingers running over the other one. it's all gentle, easy, and jeongguk doesn't even so much as shift or take a deeper breath.

taehyung sighs, nuzzling his nose into the fabric and just breathing in everything that's jeongguk. because god,it's been too long, and he's pleased to find that his nose starts nudging up against something unmistakable.

jeongguk is already hard.

it shouldn't come as a surprise. he's young and has a sex drive unlike anything taehyung has ever seen before. one second he's asleep and the next he can't get taehyung's clothes off fast enough, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

taehyung loves it, actually. it feels nice to be wanted. nice to know that jeongguk needs him, craves for him so much. it's satisfying when he can get him all wound up, because jeongguk normally isn't the type to readily speak up about what he wants. but most of the time he doesn't have to speak at all. taehyung knows what he's doing. he knows what will stick with jeongguk for the rest of the day when he carefully holds his gaze while he swirls his tongue around a lollipop or barely brushes his lips against jeongguk's ear in passing. a split second is all it takes.

he loves making jeongguk come, and it's been far too long since he got the chance.

for a few long moments, he continues what he's doing. he noses along the length of jeongguk's cock through the fabric, nuzzling at his inner thighs and pressing kisses every so often. jeongguk still isn't reacting, but that's okay. he'll wake up soon enough.

it's a blessing and a curse, because it means that taehyung is able to carefully slip his fingers around the waistband of jeongguk's boxers. it means that he's able to tug them down slowly, dropping them somewhere on the floor without his perfect, ridiculous and possibly narcoleptic boyfriend knowing at all.

when he can see how hard jeongguk is, taehyung can't suppress the low, soft groan that pulls from his throat. his cock is perfect, just like always, completely hard and red and curving up towards his stomach and damn, he must have been dreaming about something good. he must be just as pent up as taehyung feels, probably moreso, because with an appetite like that taehyung doesn't know how he's survived a couple of weeks without getting off.

but that's okay, he thinks to himself, smirking as he presses a few slow, open kisses low on jeongguk's stomach. we'll take care of that.

it doesn’t take too long to start pulling signs of real, actual life from jeongguk’s dead-to-the-world body. his cock twitches against taehyung’s tongue, against the way he slowly drags it up the underside. he takes in a deep breath when taehyung flicks it slowly over the head, scrunching up his eyebrows in a way that’s completely adorable.

by the time that jeongguk actually starts to wake up, his cock is completely inside the perfect, wet heat of taehyung’s mouth, pulsing with want because oh my god.

he’s been horny the last couple of weeks. of course he has been, he’s still eighteen (though not for much longer) and he knows that his body tends to set itself off more than it probably should. he’s just been busy. focused. working on lyrics, performances, freestyling, more performances, more lyrics.

it’s all worth it, but fuck if this isn’t the best wet dream he’s ever had because it feels real. the way that taehyung slowly bobs his head on his cock feels real, the slick, perfect slide and his lips and that tongue and jeongguk tips his head back, letting out a rough groan. his voice is just a little hoarse from a combination of slight overuse and sleep, but it doesn’t matter. he doesn’t care, because he’s giving himself over to this completely. might as well, especially because it feels so good.

his mind catches up slowly, just like it always does when he wakes up. he’s groggy and he doesn’t open his eyes just yet because he wants to stay in this at least a little bit longer, drifting and drowning in the pleasure, the slow build that makes him want to scream for at least ten different reasons.

he’s going to come. fuck. he’s absolutely going to come and it doesn’t matter if it’s from a dream or not, it’s been too long and suddenly his body is screaming at him because he needsneedsneeds this and -

everything stops. jeongguk gasps softly, a sound of irritation forced from somewhere deep in his chest. of course he lost it. of course he couldn’t get there just from a dream, he’s not that fucking desperate.

but then he opens his eyes, and looks down to see another pair staring right back at him.

taehyung is smirking, resting his chin in one palm while he brings the other to lightly squeeze at jeongguk’s cock, gently stroking him to distract his mind before he starts to freak out.

“fuck,” jeongguk manages through clenched teeth.

“good morning,” taehyung responds cheerfully, but his voice is still just a little bit huskier than usual and jeongguk is finding it insane that it spikes the pleasure all over again.

taehyung can tell, just like usual. jeongguk has no idea what it is, maybe he has a really obvious i’m-about-to-come tell but it’s infuriating when taehyung’s hand drops and squeezes around the base to keep him from tipping over.

“what are you doing?” jeongguk asks groggily, instead of fuck you you piece of shit get me off please god please.

taehyung shrugs, leaning down to give a slow, leisurely slide of his tongue all the way around the head of jeongguk’s cock. he’s making a show of it on purpose, and jeongguk kind of wants to kick him in the face.

“i missed you,” he finally answers, though his voice is more of a murmur now, pressed against the skin of jeongguk’s inner thigh. he pauses in his nuzzling to plant a kiss. “so i thought i’d wake you up.” another kiss. “and help you relax a little.”

jeongguk laughs, something deep and sexy as hell that shoots through taehyung like a bolt of lightening straight between his thighs. he’s acutely aware of his own hard on, the one that he’s been discreetly grinding against the corner of jeongguk’s mattress to try and help take some of the pressure off.

“you’re not helping,” jeongguk finally says. his voice is a little breathier this time, hand coming down to touch taehyung’s hair, eyes finally focusing on exactly what he’s looking at.

and fuck. taehyung looks good.

he looks like sex personified. he looks like every sin jeongguk has ever committed and will ever commit. his hair is a mess, dirty blond pieces sticking up everywhere. he went out last night, obvious by the eyeliner that he didn’t take off before he went to sleep because it’s still there, smudged around the edges and it makes his gaze look even darker. his lips are slick and swollen and jeongguk slides his hand down to run his thumb over them. it catches on his lower lip and taehyung playfully flicks his tongue against it in response, grinning at the way it makes jeongguk’s cock twitch in his hand.

“no?” he’s being cocky and stupid and jeongguk hates it. he hates how devastatingly good looking taehyung is, how he acts and how it rips him apart no matter how much he doesn’t want it to.

what he hates the most is that he wants it to. badly. fuck.

“what can i do to help?”

taehyung’s voice is dripping with implications that are more than obvious. he’s watching jeongguk so closely, so carefully that if he weren’t hopelessly turned on and left lingering just on the edge of an orgasm that he fucking needs right now he might be uncomfortable.

jeongguk doesn’t answer his question. instead he breathes “god, tae,” when taehyung leans in to take his cock into his mouth again. one slow bob and then he’s pulling back off, looking way too satisfied with himself.

“tell me what you want.”

they’ve been through this before. as horny as jeongguk is, as often as he expresses that he wants taehyung yes god please he still struggles with being open. communication isn’t his strong suit, and taehyung knows that. more often than not, he gives in. he can’t deny jeongguk what he wants. he can’t deny jeongguk anything.

but he wants to hear him say it.

jeongguk’s head tips back against the pillow. he makes another sound, and taehyung can see the way that his muscles are tense, how hard he wants this. every single inch of him is obvious, but it isn’t good enough.

taehyung barely, slowly runs his tongue along the slit, and jeongguk groans.

“tell me, jeongguk.”

it’s an encouragement as much as a command. taehyung wants jeongguk to relax. he wants him to let go, in every possible way. he wants to make him feel good, safe, like he can be himself. like he’s worth every single bit of this and so much more.

“i swear, i’ll kick you.”

“i want to hear you say it.”

there’s a pause. jeongguk isn’t looking at him. his eyes are closed and taehyung can barely see the flush of arousal creeping up the skin on his chest, near those exposed collarbones. for a moment, he wishes that he had taken it off so that he could properly appreciate this.

“make me come.”

jeongguk’s voice is quiet, but it doesn’t matter. the words hit taehyung hard just like it always does when jeongguk gets direct about anything like this, because knowing what he wants through intuition and lucky guesses and hearing it are two very different things.

“all you had to do was ask.”

taehyung smirks, and jeongguk downright moans when he slides his lips over his cock again, another slow push and pull to ensure that jeongguk feels every second of it.

he’ll make him come, but he loves doing it like this. he loves the way that he can build jeongguk up so slowly, just like the first time. there’s something about the way that his breath goes shaky and uneven, the glazed look in his eyes, the moans and whimpers and involuntary little shakes and shudders that his body gives. it’s intoxicating. every single thing about him is intoxicating, like a drug, and taehyung’s long overdue for a hit.

it’s like torture, but it’s the best kind of torture jeongguk has ever felt. it’s a familiar torture, one that he knows will pay off in the end and that’s the only reason why he puts up with it even when his cock is throbbing and it takes effort to keep himself from just bucking his hips up into taehyung’s hot, wet, perfect mouth until he gets what he needs.

instead, he waits. he waits while taehyung takes his time, leisurely running his tongue up and down the side of jeongguk’s cock. he waits while taehyung licks every last bit of skin that he can reach, while he finally settles for slow, rhythmic flicks of his tongue over the head that get jeongguk’s eyes rolling back.

it’s a slow build, but it’s steady because taehyung knows. he knows what jeongguk likes. he knows what it takes to get him there.

he knows what it means when jeongguk’s breaths start coming shorter and faster, when his stomach tightens and his toes curl and he’s whispering “taehyung, taehyung fuck-”

and then jeongguk comes. he comes so hard that he swears he sees stars, his back arching up off the bed because taehyung is on him again, bobbing his head to maximize the pleasure and make sure that he doesn’t leave a mess behind. he keeps going until he can’t anymore, until jeongguk pushes at his shoulder because it’s starting to get uncomfortable and he finally pulls back, grimacing at the way his muscles protest when he can finally move again.

he has a happy little smile on his face by the time he crawls up jeongguk’s body, pressing a trail of affectionate little kisses on the way. the last few land on his shoulder, collarbone, the side of his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. he takes in the way that jeongguk looks, still a little sleepy and messy and totally blissed out, and taehyung thinks (not for the first time) that this boy is perfect. this boy is the best thing that ever happened to him.

he kisses him properly, square on the mouth and he’s pleasantly surprised when jeongguk gently bites at his lower lip and tugs.

taehyung groans, letting jeongguk take control of the kiss just as he feels his hands starting to wander. jeongguk is less about teasing and more about straight to the point, his fingers sliding between the waistband of taehyung’s sweatpants and firmly curling around his cock.

“shit,” taehyung breathes into him, a breathless little laugh and it should be illegal, how good it feels to have his perfect boyfriend giving him a perfect handjob.

it doesn’t take long at all. it doesn’t take long for jeongguk to get taehyung panting into the kiss, to match taehyung’s rhythm when his hips start to set the pace that he needs. it doesn’t take long for taehyung to give up and let his forehead rest against jeongguk’s shoulder instead, pressing himself as close as he can and drinking in every last sensation, everything that he can get because he’s greedy and it’s never quite enough.

when he knows that taehyung is close, jeongguk shifts. he presses close enough to bite at his shoulder, hard enough to leave something behind and taehyung groans, hips stuttering as he comes.

“you’re perfect,” is the first thing that taehyung says. he hasn’t even gotten his breathing back to normal yet and he’s ridiculous but still jeongguk finds himself smiling and hiding it in the curve of taehyung’s neck.

“you’re crazy,” is his response, but taehyung knows that what he really means is i love you and you are also perfect so he doesn’t complain. the most that he does is shift around, moving enough to flail his way out of his sweatpants, using them to clean himself up as much as possible before they drop somewhere on the floor.

laundry can wait; post-orgasm cuddling is much more important.

it becomes even more important when jeongguk reaches out to him with a sleepy “c’mere” and taehyung can feel himself melting. it isn’t until they settle with jeongguk’s face pressed into his neck and his arms (and legs) practically wrapped around jeongguk’s entire everything that he starts to get suspicious.

“yah.” he shakes jeongguk slightly, earning an irritated, sleepy little sound.

“i wasn’t done sleeping yet.”

taehyung can tell by his voice that jeongguk is barely awake, if anything.

“are you serious?”

jeongguk doesn’t respond, and he pouts. the expression is wasted on no one, on nothing but his slow realization that he can’t even be mad.

because jeongguk is sleeping, but jeongguk is cuddling with him. jeongguk is pressed as close as he can possibly be, and taehyung smiles, pressing himself even closer. he breathes in the smell of his shampoo and everything else about him until his chest is so full it could explode. he’s so full of jeongguk, every single part of him, right down to the way that his taste still lingers on his tongue.

he is in love with this boy. with this perfect, stubborn, sarcastic, bratty boy.

he’s going to have to tell him about it eventually. but for now, this is enough.